Every Cloak Rolled In Blood Novels & Stories

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

As a result, he fell on the ground full of open bleeding wounds. The figures stopped and one of them crouched and filled a vial with my warm blood and waited for something. Moments later, a clocked figure came out from the thick trees. He was being supported by some strange looking beasts. I couldn’t see his face or define his sex. He was draped fully into the shadow and there was no scent emitting out of him. One of the smoky entities kneeled respectfully, then handed the cloaked person the vial, and he downed it in one gulp.

Her facial expression was deadly as the woman in the black cloak vacantly looked at her. With a trembling frame, she raised to her feet. She spared a glance at the dress that was sitting on the bed. Her eyes further fell back where a pool of blood was smeared across the sheet. Her hand flung to her mouth. It was her blood. “My God,” She muffled against her palm.

"Wha..what is this?' she asked as he made her stand. His body turned stiff before he suddenly let go of her arm and spun to leave. Before he could take a step she grabbed his wrist and came face to face with him. Her eyes burned with suspicion as she ripped his cloak off him. Her eyes turned wide when she noticed his current condition. His clothes were covered in dirt and blood, his hair was disheveled. It appeared as if he had just come out of a war. The realization dawned on her face in no time. All those rogues murder. It was him.

The folds of his dark cloak ad leather straps are rendered in detailed texture. The distant looters continue walking down the street, carrying sacks of their own, reinforcing the idea that groups of scavengers are moving through the city. The sight of common thugs looting abandoned buildings and stalls brough a sharp, frustrated curse from Luz’s lips. His amber eyes narrowed at the pathetic spectacle. “Darm,” he commanded without slowing his pace. “A quick demonstration. Show these fools what happens when they get in our way.” Darm did not hesitate. A single bold of purple lighting shot from his fingertips, striking the lead thug’s shoulder and sending him sprawling into a pile of broken pot

Several dropped to their knees clawing at their eyes and screaming about the light and the unbearable light. I charged straight for Mara. She knelt clutching her shoulder with blood pouring between her fingers and her face pale as bone. One of the cloaked figures stood over her with a hand extended and black smoke curling from its palm reaching for her chest like it meant to pull something vital out. I barreled into the figure and knocked it sideways. My claws raked down its side and I felt no resistance, only cold empty air. The thing dissolved and reformed ten feet away, already reaching again.

They broke. “Zara,” he rasped. His voice cracked. “What is he saying?” Tears filled my eyes. My body shook. “Please, Marcus… I can explain ” Nicholas laughed, dark and sharp. “Explain? Oh, this will be sweet.” The cloaked man stepped forward. His voice was calm, but every word hit like a knife. “Fight me if you wish, Alpha. Kill all my rogues. Spill their blood. It won’t matter. You cannot wash away the blood she carries. The blood of the family who betrayed you all.”

The first light of dawn was swallowed by smoke. From the ramparts, Lucy could see the valley alive with movement, a sea of enemy banners rising like storm waves under a bruised sky. The steady beat of drums shook the ground, each thrum echoing inside her ribs until she could barely breathe. At the head of it all rode Joana, gleaming like a figure carved from ice and fire, her crimson cloak whipping in the wind, her pale hair glinting with malice.